Talking to oneself never hearing the other is called dialogue today

If you listen to something or someone, and at the same time you are being absorbed by your thoughts and inner chatting, it means that YOU DON´T ACTUALLY LISTEN. You can´t take in anything other than the noise of your mind.

You can´t possibly be watchful, be fully attentive and in the same time think. People learn almost nothing new, cause they always think, always measure, always look to gain, frantically thirsting for some kind of abstract “more”. Nothing seems to still their fierce lust.The more they look, the less they get, the emptier, more stupid and greedy they all become.

Searching without ever finding, seems to be the thing. All this frenzied looking for something, but never knowing what they search. How could they ever know, or find something, if they are irretrievably unmindful, never attentive to what is going on around them…

You watch them talk and you realize with amazement that they don´t speak to each other, but to themselves, using the other as a part of their inner dialogue. Ignoring the other, talking to oneself, is called dialogue today.

Love – like communication – entails real contact, real interest to reach out…
Sharing something today though is more like “we are together but masturbate separately.”

Alas, it takes two to be no one.

Listen with the eyes

I sit quietly and observe. What…? I don´t really know.

I linger in the shadow of the awaiting objects. They are not in a hurry, they are their simple objectiveness.
But they are not just objects. I almost hear their sweet melancholy and quiesence.

They breath in their unobtrusive mystery. Am I the observer or the observed?…
They whisper…I hear with my eyes.

They wait in their abidance.

So do I…

Says Hanna about Stockholm

It is almost impossible to talk to people here. They are so hideously self-absorbed.
They always play so damn important. Oh, so tiresome. So one-sidedly boring and inane.

Either with, or against one sidedness

Hey, I am not with you, I am not against you, I just don´t give a damn about you.

The loudspeakers dream

People “know” too much. They become the slaves, and – more often than not – the victims of their “knowledge”. To such an extent that you can´t possibly reach them. Everything they consider becomes automatically “old”, turned into “own reference”, so you mostly become a non reference to them, or – in most cases – a part of their narrow and insidious projection: “What is not part of my interest doesn´t exist.”

What an incredible mechanic and boring life…How can they put up with themselves, repeating on and on and on the same inane patterns, the same idiosyncracies, the same idiotically foreseeable demeanor…?

God damn it, you have the distinct impression that in most cases you no longer deal with people of flesh and blood but with fucking loudspeakers…

To a certain extent I can put up with the ignorant “loudspeakers”, my greatest problem are
the so-called well-read loudspeakers. They are the most despicable nuisance – the trustworthy authority, the “knowers”.

They “know” everything, they write books, they are up to date, well-informed, powerful. In their mental vocabulary, “new” or “spontaneous” has been eliminated. Relinquished. Nothing exists except their scientifically proven bullshit. Hence, Life is nothing but a meaningless series of obsessively abstruse conditioning. “Our nightmare is your truth.”

Indeed, Truth for them is superstition. Passion and genuine emotion – uncivilized and disturbing behaviour.


You don´t exist for most of the people unless you become yourself an ingratiating liar, unless you find a twisted way to intrigue and baffle their ego. “If you want to make it, either you have to feed them, shock them or make them laugh” said Oscar Wilde. He knew what he said.

Natural conduct, simplicity, warm feeling is outmoded.

To discuss, question, discover “another way” is out of the question. THEIR ONLY INTEREST IS TO MAKE SURE THEY ARE RIGHT.

Everybody has become a “scientist” today. No matter how distorted their opinion,
“what I know is the only truth, my point of view is unquestionable, my frantic stupidity is Law.”

We call ourselves modern. In a way we´re right. For sure, we are modern inasmuch as
Stupidity and Prejudice have never been so pervasive, all-pervading and ubiquitous.

Yes my friends, middle ages were heaven compared to this. These times are the real Dark Ages.

Only the aware and spiritually fittest will escape…

Quote of the day

Nobody notices what I do until I don´t do it.

Know that…

Suffering is the supreme happiness of the Ego…

A few words to Adina

Our everyday drama, with all its afferent conflicts and frictions, is undoubtedly true. It is “real” insofar as we are totally caught up in it. We are the characters and the victims of our individual and collective story.

We are entirely identified with this mad story, unquestioningly giving it our fully unreserved attention.
It seems that we are utterly unable to see beyond our conditioned and narrow-minded perception.
WE ARE THIS PREDETERMINED FALSE PERCEPTION, indeed, that´s what we choose to believe we are…

Well, this vicious conditioning, this demented fight with everyone and everything – I repeat, this apparently unique and “real” everyday reality -, is nothing but our twisted perception of our conditioning …- an illusion, and nothing else.

I know what I’m saying now is hard and painful to digest, especially as we have invested ourselves totally
in this illusion – it is the kind of Life, we know so far.
As the water to fish, so is Illusion to us – the very air we breathe.

If you see and understand this clearly, this very comprehension will set you free.

When Illusion is seen as illusion, in that ineffable moment you will know
what Life is about…- a neutrally and joyfully pulsating second here and now, which immediately reveals itself to you.

You´ll simply feel it…

Dis-identifying from Illusion, will bring initially an unbearable vacuum and frustration,
but if you don´t give in, you will soon know that indescribable happiness and inner peace
which is the timeless and true Self.

It is the true and only reality, candidly simple yet all-pervading…
The incarnated Word – essence inexpressible in words …To gradually know the true
nature of Self, you don´t need to be a monk or a hermit…

You just need to have the courage and desire to see Illusion as illusion …

Citeva rinduri pentru Adina

Toata drama de zi cu zi, cu toate frictiunile si conflictele ei aferente, este indubitabil, reala. Este “reala” pentru ca suntem cu totu´prinsi in ea. Suntem personajele si victimele povestii noastre individual-colective.
Suntem asa de identificati cu povestea asta nebuneasca, ii acordam toata atentia noastra nerezervata, incit nu suntem capabili sa vedem dincolo de perceptia noastra conditionata.

Noi suntem perceptia asta conditionata, asta credem si ALEGEM SA CREDEM.

Ei bine, lupta asta dementa cu toti si toate – repet, aparent unica si “reala” noastra realitate cotidiana, nu e decit perceptia conditionarii noastre… o iluzie…nimic altceva.

Stiu ca e greu si dureros ce zic, mai ales ca noi ne-am investit total in iluzia asta. Ca apa pentru peste, Iluzia este insasi Aerul pe care il respiram.

Daca vezi si intelegi asta, ei bine, insasi intelegerea acestui fapt te eliberaza.

Cind Iluzia e vazuta ca iluzie, in acel moment inefabil Viata adevarata – adica secunda asta neutrala care pulseaza acum, Tu-ul tau adevarat incepe sa ti se reveleze. Pur si simplu il vei simti.

Desidentificarea de iluzie va aduce initial frustrare si un vid teribil, dar daca nu renunti, curind vei cunoaste acea multumire si pace interioara care este Eu-l sau Tu-ul atemporal si adevarat.

Asta e singura si adevarata realitate, acest EU inexprimabil in cuvinte… Ca sa cunosti adevarata natura a acestui EU, nu trebuie sa fi nici calugar nici ascet…pur si simplu trebuie sa ai curajul si dorinta de a intelege iluzia ca fiind iluzie…

So simple as that

We are all connected:

If you live, I live.

If I fail, you fail.